It's been awhile. It's time for a little Rogue Wave sampling....
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ROGUE WAVE -
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Jaded, he continued. “That’s just great, Briana. Be a martyr. You think because you die in a tragedy related to your job you’re going to be praised by your peers? Death doesn’t make you a hero, life and doing that job the best you can does.”
He could boost her ego and point out that she had done excellent work, and had probably saved her site with the solidly structured seawall, but he wasn’t going to.
“I know.” He said. “For two days I was dead, and the papers applauded my achievements. I was eulogized and proclaimed one of the best in my field—”
Nick’s voice drew Briana’s gaze when initially she had turned away from the verbal assault. She searched his face and asked softly, “What happened in Sacred Falls?”
Nick winced, but did not speak.
Pain pounded Nick’s head and took a trek down the right side of his body. He was paralyzed, consciousness as elusive as the gulp of water he prayed for.
In the last moments of lucidity, Nick was aware of her presence. The scent of jasmine filled the damp ravine. Her fragrance. He called out, but the hollow sound echoed back at him with a mocking timbre.
Then, for just a moment he felt a shadow fall across his battered body. He forced his eyes open. She was there, and she smiled, a divine goddess offering him a glimpse of salvation.
But she walked away.
"I came back to life and now I wasn’t a hero anymore. I was just a geologist who wanted to be left alone to do what he could to protect the land he loves.”